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stated, “You didn’t even look at them.”
    My,
wasn’t she observant. While she was off yapping about astronomy, he was single
handedly trying to save their marriage. Even if he wasn’t star gazing, you’d
think that she could cut him a little slack.
    “I
saw them earlier,” Jason countered in an irritated tone as he cast another
quick glance at the door and then the entrance from the river.
    “Is
something wrong?” Misty questioned, taking note of his irritable behavior.
    At
first Jason felt like snapping something along the line of, “Yes, something is
wrong; or have you not noticed that our entire marriage is falling apart?”
Instead, he realized he was being everything but mister smooth. If tonight was
supposed to be about repairing their marriage then he really shouldn’t feel
like ripping her head off.
    “Nope,
nothing’s wrong,” he lied, hoping she wouldn’t pursue her suspicion.
    She
gave him a skeptic look, like she knew he wasn’t giving her the whole story but
just wasn’t sure what he’d left out. Then he saw her let it go, intent on
enjoying the night out.
    Jason
realized he needed to get his game on. That was a bit too close. “How could
anything be wrong?” he asked smoothly. “It’s just you and I with the stars in
our eyes.”
    “Oh,
now that was romantic,” Misty responded a bit grudgingly but with an attitude
that said if he would focus on her, forgiveness of his neglect was available.
    “Yes,
it was,” he replied in a matter-of-fact way. “I’ve got all kinds of dreamy
little sayings like that.” He then began to recite, “Roses are red, violates
are blue, and those stars up in heaven know I love you.”
    “Now that was good,” she praised, warming up to his jesting, “but I’m afraid I may have
heard it somewhere before.”
    Jason
feigned a hurt look. “You couldn’t have. I just made it up right then and
there.”
    Their
laughter mingled together through the night air as Jason began trying to relax
a bit and enjoy the evening.
    A
short time later the waiter approached. “Do you need some more tea, ma’am?” he
asked pleasantly as he approached with the pitcher.
    “Yes
please,” Misty answered with appreciation.
    “Unsweet
right?” he questioned as he hovered the pitcher over her cup.
    “Yes,”
she replied, her approval of his ability to remember what she was drinking
evident in her voice.
    After
the waiter left, Misty said, “We need to be sure and leave him a nice tip. He’s
doing a really good job.”
    “Yeah,”
Jason sighed. “But you and I both know that being a waiter isn’t that hard.
Really anyone can do it.”  He was just trying to get her riled up.
    It
worked. “Jason Hathaway,” Misty lectured. “I’ll have you know that waiters work
harder than anyone else on this planet.”
    Of
course he couldn’t just let it go at that. “Now how in the world would you know
that?” he asked. “You’ve never been a waiter before.”
    Misty
started to return fire but caught herself and paused for a moment, realizing he
was right. “That may be,” she admitted, “but I’m a waitress. It’s the same
thing.”
    “No,
it’s not. Not just anyone can be a waitress,” he insisted. “First of all,
you’ve got to be a woman, so I’d say that guy’s chances are slim to none.
Second, a waiter just brings the food, but a waitress, ah, a waitress, if she’s
that special kind of woman with that special kind of touch, she doesn’t just
bring the food, but rather… she serves it,” Jason concluded with a graceful
wave of his arm.
    Misty’s
face was beginning to show a hint of red from blushing. “You’d better be
careful, or I’ll dump food on you again,” she teased.
    Jason
held up his hands. “In that case, I surrender,” he laughed.
    They
were silent for a few moments before Misty looked at him, seeming to
contemplate something deep. “Jason, what if we had extra money to provide for a
baby?” she asked, seeming to choose her words